It's Goin' Down - Mad Skillz

It’s goin down baby, It’s goin down baby, It’s goin down baby,

It’s goin down,

It’s goin down baby, It’s goin down baby, It’s goin down baby,

It’s goin down

I be that nigga bringing fat funk freestyle perspectives

Rappers couldn’t see me, they hide it fucking detectives

Check this when I flex this, put it on point

That nigga Skillz droping foucers in your local due joint

Im still paying deuce and saying cruise

Still geting up at niggaz asses

like that little brothers Underudce

Shoes haotatin’in ya air, it aint news I stay on bitches

like Dano Kariges

At partys I retaits and make niggaz wanna fight

So when they play some reggae keep happerseein’to the right

Rigth outta my life you and ya hoddie bitch

Seein’thous of body, whitin no infron of me

V.A running shit, you best be believe it If Im up and commin, all ya niggaz is down and leavin'

Hit me with a tound when I come to ya town

When you see my face, you know it’s about to go down

It’s goin down baby, It’s goin down baby, It’s goin down baby,

It’s goin down,

It’s goin down baby, It’s goin down baby, It’s goin down baby,

It’s goin down

Now if I told one time.

I told you before child

You can’t toutch one kid, who got two billons styles

Mean wild, when it comes to mics I be cheeting

Im destend to find new ways so ill MC’s

And Im real with this, I come of like a scat

It’s the dread heads checking for repesenting north add

Kids pack tacs, I pack technics

Lyricol contact, now Im strapped on the streetz

Freezby aient, niggaz be trying

But standing next to me kin but so in lyricele dyin

I wrote the rhyme n’wrote the next rappers back

So before you run up in my face, foe, remember that

And dance in the art n’main tain

A rapper speaking for real like ban-jis when it’s swinging

Not yo bond MC’s, don’t aim to ever round

And bust off like four pound

Now bust how they go down

(chourus)

It’s goin down baby, It’s goin down baby, It’s goin down baby,

It’s goin down,

It’s goin down baby, It’s goin down baby, It’s goin down baby,

It’s goin down,

It’s goin down baby, It’s goin down baby, It’s goin down baby,

It’s goin down,

It’s goin down baby, It’s goin down baby, It’s goin down baby,

It’s goin down

Yo, my sex and be mic checking and MC decking

You can buck me I ain’t contry

I never said I wreck it (true)

So wack MC’s chill with defesistnts

Cause the minist that I freestyle

can probably shoop n’your entistnts

I make beats to stort

Rappers be getting court

I swear all MC’s be sampling my fucking thoughts

It’s on when I hit the metchinon, beat acsin’at your show

Na, nigga I boo be check your microphone

Droping rappers and black hole, hell and head n',

pull n’girls of smore

like Pam Grier, seveny seven

You can’t work a verse, pass it When I come in niggaz start wrecking win like Din Jackins

Thinking they asking, lyricle breaking backs

My shit is hot, my reggae come,

shouldn’t be fucking prengsing wacks

(You don’t repesent nigga)

Nigga hide that sound

Check your battle stats, cause it’s about to go down

It’s goin down baby, It’s goin down baby, It’s goin down baby,

It’s goin down,

It’s goin down baby, It’s goin down baby, It’s goin down baby,

It’s goin down,

It’s goin down baby, It’s goin down baby, It’s goin down baby,

It’s goin down,

It’s goin down baby, It’s goin down baby, It’s goin down baby,

It’s goin down